~      sylveon    ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
         countersense fairy    
      canine?                     
                          palliative? 
                                 
 appearance: sylveon  resemble dogs in   
   many ways,  with similar small bodies 
   and  faces. they are  small and  
       nimble, and with white fur.  
                               
                                 
 the most  striking feature  is       
 their  "ribbons",   long flat  feelers 
 that  they    use  to  bind     or  to 
 interface with   the minds   of others 
                          
  the  ribbons  play  a  large  social  
   role   among  sylveons.           
   they induce  a sense of wellbeing, 
   and can ease pain  if   applied    
 close to a wound.      it is thought 
 they feed  off  the pain  of others    
                 this   way.   
                              
                              
       sylveon  are great  partners 
 to humans, but care  should  be  taken  
 to  limit  exposure to    ribbons,    
   since  with prolonged  contact     
   the consciousnesses start  to  blend, 
 an   environment   in   which         
 the  sylveon is  much  more at  home,   
     and   it   will   take   advantage. 
                     
    medicinal                    
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 its   sap                        
         poison        putting 
 thoughts    into             
 not    killed.                     
   but  is    loyal    (lie!  lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 the nature of  the coma depends  on  the 
 intensity  of the  sylveon's  feeding.  
      you  will  succumb  to  a   
        fast-growing   addiction   
  that leads to a  submissive       
     and   sluggish   state     
                
  eventually  you will  slowly slip  
   into    a    long    slumber,   
  becoming      sap   in  the vines